Author Shenanigans: This is the last chapter, guys! This is based in the last episode of volume three - Dual. However, I'm working on a sequel, which'll be called Alaska:[insertsomethingelsehere]. Keep an eye out for it, I'll post it during the next week or two!


Alaska and Nicholas walked inside, and almost immediately, Alaska knew something was wrong in there. She realised why the lights inside looked so dim - some of them were flickering on and off, and the rest had blown out completely.

"Are you sure anyone's still here?" Nicholas asked. He sounded nervous.

"I hope so," Alaska replied. They both walked in silence down a corridor, their shoes against the floor sounding almost deafening in the silence of the building. She really didn't like it there.

All of a sudden, Nicholas grabbed Alaska, and started trying to pull her back towards the entrance.

"Nicholas, what the hell are you doing?" Alaska demanded, trying to struggle out of his grip.

"Alaska, we need to get out of here, now."

"Why?"

"I recognise these corridors, okay? That picture I told you about, it happens somewhere in this building. I'm NOT letting you die!"

Alaska finally shoved Nicholas away from her, stepping away from him. "We need to stay. I'm not going to die, Nicholas. I can promise that. Neither are you, and neither is anyone else here."

Nicholas looked extremely unhappy. "Fine. We'll stay. But I mean it when I say, that if I think you're in danger, we're leaving here."

They both whirled around at the sound of voices, and four people appeared a few metres away from them. One of them, who were holding a shotgun, looked startled to see them for a second, before he suddenly took aim at Alaska.

Alaska put her hands in the air in surrender, when someone stopped him from shooting. It was Claire!

"Dad, stop. I know her. She's safe," Claire said, pointing the shotgun towards the floor. "Who's he?" she asked, pointing her chin at Nicholas.

"Nicholas. He helped me in New Jersey," Alaska said. Nicholas stepped forward. He'd gone from looking unhappy to downright terrified.

"We'll go through introductions later," the man spoke up. His eyes were still darting suspiciously from Alaska to Nicholas, but at least he wasn't pointing the shotgun at them any more.

"Where are you going?" Alaska asked, frowning.

"Pinehearst, we need to find Peter."

"Pinehearst?" Alaska asked, her voice straining. She took in the other two people with Claire and the man with the shotgun. One was a young, blonde woman, who looked like she'd be in her mid-thirties. She looked a lot like Claire, actually, and Alaska wondered briefly if the two were related. The other woman was older, and her age showed. She had black hair, which hung limply on her cheeks.

A loud noise made all six of them jump. Alaska looked on in horror as bars slid down across the windows, making the place seem almost like a prison. The lights started to flicker out, one by one, until the entire building was pitch black. Alaska looked back towards the doors they had entered from – they had bars across them, too.

A voice started speaking, although it came from none of the group. Alaska looked up, and realised it must have been coming from an intercom system.

"Arthur Petrelli is dead," it begun. It was a male's voice.

"Sylar?" Claire shouted out.

"Don't worry, Claire. Peter couldn't do it, so I did."

"Who the hell is Sylar?" Alaska whispered.

"He's an extremely dangerous man, he's killed countless people..." the man's voice trailed off.

"Noah, we have to find some way out of here," the blonde, older woman spoke up.

"We will. Come on," Noah said. He started leading the group away from the entrance, and down another corridor. He handed the gun to Claire.

"There's six shots in there, Claire, make 'em count," he warned. "Sylar'll be in the control room, he has to be," he added. "Meridith, you're with me. We're going after Sylar."

The older woman spoke up. "I don't think you can stop him."

"I know how to kill him," Claire begun. Everyone looked to her expectantly. "There's a spot at the back of my head, jam something in there, it cuts off my brain, I shut down and die. Sylar'll have the same thing."

Noah paused, and looked to Alaska and Nicholas.

"What can you two do?" he asked.

"I draw the future," Nicholas said.

"And you?" he asked Alaska. Alaska hesitated, thinking. She'd picked up a number of abilities, and had no idea how. But she'd always touched someone, who had an ability, and then all of a sudden she could do what they could do. That had to have been what made her collapse at Pinehearst! Arthur Petrelli must have had numerous abilities, and when she touched him, it must have overloaded her body.

"I think I can mimic other people's abilities." Everyone looked at her, blinking. Even Nicholas seemed surprised. "Everytime I've touched someone with an ability, I've picked whatever they had up. I touched Flint, and I was able to control fire. I shook hands with Arthur Petrelli, and, I know I picked up more than one ability from him."

"Arthur Petrelli?" the older woman asked. She looked to Noah. "Sylar would do anything to get a hold of her right now, she's like a walking buffet for him."

Noah nodded. "If you run into Sylar," he begun. "You scream, as loud as you can. Fight him with all that you have. Zap him, burn him, fight him, do whatever you have to do to him to stop him killing you."

"Sylar must be the person I drew in that picture," Nicholas murmured, loud enough for Alaska to hear, but quiet enough that no one else heard.

"Find somewhere to go. We can't all be together, he'd just pick us all of at the same time," Noah said. "Me and Meridith'll go find , Angela, go to the study. Alaska, you and him come with us. We're going to lead Sylar away from the surveillance room. When we get him out, you and Nicholas work out how to take the building out of lock down. Are we clear?" Noah asked. He had a certain authoritativeness about him, and Alaska wondered briefly what he did for a living. Everyone nodded. "Let's go," he said, grimly.

Claire and Angela walked away, and, guns at the ready, Noah and the blonde woman (Meridith?) led the way down the dark corridors, Alaska and Nicholas behind them. They paused outside a door, and Noah kicked the door, so that it opened with a loud crashing noise. Alaska went to walk in, but Nicholas stopped her, stepping in front of her and going in first. So, Alaska was left in the corridor. The voice spoke again over the intercom - "You're not hunting me. I'm hunting all of you."

Alaska didn't even get the chance to scream before she was grabbed.


Alaska was dragged down any number of dark corridors, a hand over her mouth to prevent any noise coming out. She was kicking out, trying to scream, trying to pull away from whoever had taken her. Finally, whoever had abducted her had let go. Alaska fell straight to the floor, twisting around until she could see her abductor. He was tall, much taller than Alaska's 5'4". He had dark hair, and his expression terrified her. He was smiling, but there was something evil behind it.

Alaska jumped to her feet. This had to be Sylar. Who else would have just dragged her away like that?

"So, you're the infamous Alaska. I saw your file at Pinehearst. You're... different, to say the least. At least from the rest of them."

"How?" Alaska asked, narrowing her eyes.

"You're a good person, for one."

Alaska stared at him, confused.

"All of them would kill me the first chance they got. You haven't even tried, yet."

Noah's words rung in Alaska's head briefly - "You scream, as loud as you can. Fight him with all that you have. Zap him, burn him, fight him, do whatever you have to do to him to stop him killing you."

Except Sylar hadn't tried killing her. Yet.

"Are you going to kill me?" Alaska asked. Her voice was even and calm, as if she was asking something completely normal, like how the weather was, or something. Her insides, however, were another story. She was convinced that any moment her heart was going to explode right out of her chest.

Sylar locked eyes with her. His lips twitched, into a half-smile. "I haven't decided yet." He held his hand up, and flicked his wrist. Alaska suddenly felt the coolness of the wall against her back, and found herself pinned there, by some invisible force.

"Tell me what your ability is," Sylar demanded. "Or I'll take it out of you myself before you have time to even blink."

"Get the fuck off of me!" she screamed. She let a stream of electricity leave her body, and focused it on going into Sylar's. The force holding her against the wall disappeared, and Alaska dropped down onto the floor, landing on her feet. Sylar was thrown backwards, his skin burnt and charred from the electricity, and for a minute, Alaska thought he'd been killed. Alaska didn't want to stop and find out, and instead, whirled around, and went to run.

She felt herself being thrown forwards, and felt her body slam hard into the wall. Her body was screaming at her in pain, and Alaska could feel that she'd broken some bones. Her vision was spinning, although Alaska was lying in a heap on the floor. Alaska screamed in pain as she felt herself being lifted, although when she looked, Sylar was standing a few feet away from her, and was holding her using his mind.

"That wasn't smart." His voice was dark, and Alaska was convinced she was going to die there and then.

That's when she felt it - her bones felt like they were mending. She could feel them fusing back together in her body. Sylar noticed her body straightening out, and not looking crumpled, and cocked his head. "You can heal?"

"I guess..." Alaska was just as surprised as he was.

"You pick up abilities from other people," Sylar finally worked out. "I could find that useful."

Sylar pointed at her forehead and Alaska realized what was happening. The picture Nicholas was telling her about was coming true. That was when panic set in. Alaska let out an ear splitting scream, and felt blood running down her face. She wanted to move. She was trying desperately to move. She couldn't even use an ability; her hands were pinned down by her side. Suddenly, Sylar's eyes glazed over, and Alaska was, once again, dropped. She fell in a heap in the floor, pushing herself away from Sylar with her feet, when he fell forward, a shard of glass in the back of his head. For the first time, Alaska noticed Claire and Nicholas standing just behind where Sylar had been standing.

Nicholas was staring at Alaska in horror. "We need to get her to a hospital!" he shouted to Claire. Alaska shook her head. She could feel that the cut across her forehead had healed already - there was just a lot of blood left there.

"Alaska, are you fucking crazy? You're forehead has been cut open. You need help!" he pleaded.

"No, Nicholas, look," Alaska said. She lifted a shaking hand, and wiped it across her forehead. The blood was spread, and if anything, it looked messier, but she'd proven her point - there was no cut across her forehead, and she'd healed. "I must have picked that ability up."

"We haven't got time for this," Claire interrupted, looking panicked. "You two, get out of here. I'll meet you two out there."

Alaska and Nicholas didn't need to be told twice. They ran as fast as their legs would carry them, out of the building and towards a patch of trees. Two men were already there, and Alaska slowed, until one of them shouted to her.

"Alaska!"

It was Peter. Alaska threw herself into his arms, and Peter held her in a tight hug. "What the hell happened in there?"

Alaska didn't have time to speak. She heard footsteps running towards them. Claire, Noah, and the other older woman had ran out of the building, and made it to where they were standing just as the building exploded. Alaska looked to Claire, who was staring at the building, which was now up in flames.

"Wait, where's Meridith...?" Alaska asked. Claire looked at her, and the pain and sadness in the blonde girl's eyes would haunt Alaska for months. That's when Alaska realised that Meridith must have been Claire's mother. And now, she was dead.

And that was it. Only a mere week had passed since Alaska's ability had manifested, and she'd already seen enough pain, death, blood and violence to last her the rest of her life. However, something inside Alaska told her that this wouldn't be the end of it - this was only the beginning.